User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-39940417-20190823223723/@comment-39940417-20190916061119

The hares in the audience tensed, the room becoming deathly silent, like a tomb. The sound of Bluestripe's voice echoed off the walls. It bounced around the room and into the hare's ears. It found its way to young Tribscut, who hoped against hope that he would be one of the lucky few whose name was called.